Around four pm, I was dressed in a pair of loose, dark wash jeans, and a white button down shirt. I started briskly down the stairs, pulling my arm through my black Batman messenger bag, and to the front door. I had work that afternoon.
I slipped into my plain white Etnies (compliments of Tidus), and ran into the living room to a very serious looking Riku.
"I have work today, so feel free to help yourself to anything you want I guess." I told him quickly.
"Kay bye." He stated robotically, not even turning his attention away from the Discovery Channel to look at me.
Without a response, I turned away, and walked out the door. I had to get to the studio.
Look it's Riku!
"You're going to live with my buddy Sora."
These words had meant nothing to me. I didn't care who it was, so long as the person proved to be worth living with. Axel had told me that I wouldn't be sorry, and that he was surprised I didn't already know him, since all of our friends did. But I suppose it didn't matter as long as I got what I was there for. I was just hoping that this Sora person would prove to be as interesting of a roommate as Tidus and Axel had promised earlier that day.
About one-thirty pm I was in a cab on my way to meet my new roommate. Soru? Sori? Eh. I couldn't remember. But I didn't choose to dwell on it because I was sure that if he had any courtesy at all, he would introduce himself. I suppose that's what gay men would think. Yea. Tidus told me he was gay. But…wasn't that the point? Well, of me being there. Yea I had lived with Axel for a while. Well, a few years, but I needed someone new someone for my plan. Axel wouldn't do for obvious reasons…reasons that I didn't want to think about. I needed a new start, and that's exactly what this Soru was going to provide for me.
I had originally planned to stay with Kairi, and just watch this Sori from a distance, but in the end, I had decided that wouldn't do. I needed to be up close and personal with my subject.
And I mean, come on. Kairi's? We all know that if I stayed there, in the end I would be suing due to intentional rape. I suppose you could say…we had history together. Those long days of high school were memories that even my therapist said would be best to try and suppress.
The cab came to a stop in front of the peach colored town houses. They looked nice enough.
"RIKU!" A girly voice yelled. Shit. Kairi was here to greet me.
Yaaaayyy.
Getting out of the car, I was pummeled into the ground by the auburn haired girl.
"Kairi! Good to see you!!"
Not.
"It's been such a long time!"
Not long enough.
" TOO long Riku!" She giggled, helping me up and out of her death hug.
I bet I have AIDS now. Great. On top of staying with a complete stranger while intentionally using him, I have AIDS from hugging Kairi. Just GREEEATTT.
I walked around to the back of the cab, grabbed my bags and followed Kairi into the town house. After waiting in the elevator with unbearable chatter from Kairi, we reached the top floor. Kairi scurried off to the door at the end of the hallway, and opened it, screaming for…. Sora was it?
I slowly walked over to Kairi's side, as a man who looked about my age came to the door, in nothing but his boxers.
Now, I have been told not to judge a book by its cover, but I couldn't help but think of two words when I saw him.
Lazy ass.
"The name is Sora. There's a guest room somewhere upstairs. Make yourself at home. And don't be distracted by my hot body. I know its hard not to stare, as Kairi has proven to us, but if you are going to, ask." He said bluntly.
What the hell was that? I could feel my face turn red from anger, though I'm sure he thought it was from embarrassment. What the fuck ever.
"Upstairs? Sure." I said trying to make as little eye contact as possible.
I hurried upstairs with my two bags and into the room with the open door. Inside, was a nice queen sized bed, with a white down comforter, and about five pillows. There was a dresser with a mirror on it, and a T.V in the wall. It was pretty nice overall. I looked into the mirror to find my hair was somewhat frizzy.
I had better fix that before anybody else sees me. I thought.
I opened my smaller bag, and pulled out a black and gold straightener and plugged it into the wall next to the mirror. Sitting down in the chair that was there, I waited patiently for it to heat up.
Deciding that the quiet wait was too much of a bore, I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a small radio, and plugged it in next to the straightener. Luckily for me my favorite song was playing. And of course, when my song is on, it is absolutely inevitable for me to burst out in song. And it was Simple and Clean. It's catchy!
"When you walk away!
You don't hear me sayyyy
PLEASSSSEEE OH BABY!
DON'T GO… simple and clean is
The way that you're making
Me feel tonight,
It's harrrd to let it go…"
I continued singing, but now my straightener had heated up, and I was fixing my frizz, until I heard snorts from someone in my doorway.
"A straightener?" Sora asked grinning.
"What? You think this hair straightens itself?" I asked appalled.
Puh-lease. My hair is way to nice to be naturally straight.
With a snobbish grin Sora shrugged at me, leaving me to my privacy
Woah Scene Skip!!
Around four pm, I had finished unpacking my things and was downstairs watching the Discovery Channel. A special about ferrets was on. Oh how I loved ferrets.
I sat quietly, intent on finding out what not to feed your ferret. I had given Sora's ferret a skittle earlier. I was afraid it might die.
A moment later, I heard Sora enter the room.
"I have work today, so feel free to help yourself to anything you want I guess." He informed me.
"Kay bye." I stated bluntly, not looking up from the television.
Look it's Sora!
I walked swiftly into the studio. I was late. But it didn't matter, what the hell could they do at the photo shoot without their photographer? Yes. I am a photographer. It's always been my dream, I guess.
"I'm here people!" I shouted through the studio.
Almost instantly, people started scurrying around in complete chaos, getting the models for the first shot ready. I had told them ahead of time what I wanted them to look like, and for once, they got my vision correct. As one of the workmen handed me my camera, I strutted over to the models. Today, they were dressed in masquerade.
"Ok. I want you four to look mysterious. Not constipated. Mysterious. Ok?" I said, trying to put it into the simplest terms for the simple-minded models.
"Ok Sora!" They nodded happily.
I took a few steps back, waiting for them to tie on their black and silver masks. I was friends with the designer of these clothes, and was absolutely stunned with what he had done with it.
"Sora!! Dah-ling!" Called a voice. Speak of the devil.
"Kadaj! I was just admiring your clothing, and mask style. What perfection." I complemented, actually telling the truth about what I thought for once.
"Aw, how sweet of you to say."
He leaned in closer, as we kissed each other's cheeks.
Kadaj and I didn't often speak causally, due to each other's rather busy schedules. Well, more like, HIS busy schedule. I was free most of the time.
"Well, Sora, We'll talk later. It looks like your models are ready!" He giggled, walking off.
"Later!" I grinned.
"Ok ladies, Give me mysterious!!"
-Snap-
-Snap-
-Snap-
"Good! Good! I love it! Keep it up darlings!"
-Snap-
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After about fifty-three shots later, we were finished, and it was time for me to take my work back to my house, so I could pick the best ones. Which of course were all of them, but what could I do. The magazines only wanted three of them. Damn magazines.
I arrived at home around nine pm. I walked in to find the most delectable smell wafting in the air. I shut the door quietly, and walked into the kitchen, to find Riku throwing different spices onto something that looked like chicken in a frying pan.
"Why hello Sora!" He said happily. "I'm making food for both of us; A way of showing my appreciation for your hospitality."
Grinning stupidly form ear to ear, I walked over, and sat down at the bar.
"Well. It smells delicious." I stated sniffing at the fumes that were drifting by me.
"I'm glad to hear it." He said quietly.
About fifteen or twenty minutes later, we were sitting at my table, eating the delicious food he had made. He was an excellent chef.
Triplo ran circles around my feet trying to find any scrap of food that I may have dropped. I slipped him a piece of broccoli, which he refused by taking a nice bite of my hand.
"Fuck! Damn it Triplo!" I yelled.
Before I had time to stand, Riku was already at my medicine cabinet, pulling out peroxide and Band-Aid.
"Ferrets hate broccoli." He said, bending down on his knee, pulling my hand towards him. Soaking my unused cloth napkin h in the peroxide, he wrapped my bleeding hand with it, until he was satisfied with its cleanliness. Taking the cloth off, he opened the rather large Band-Aid, and placed over my wound.
I was about to pull my hand away, when he did something I never thought I would see a straight man do.
He gently pulled my hand up to his lips, and kissed my hand, atop the Band-Aid where my bite was.
"All better?" He smiled, looking up at me.
"Yea…Thanks." I said sheepishly. I could feel the red rising to my face. When he turned around to go back to his own seat, it was then I realized what a nice body HE had. I could see through his shirt he had abs cut to perfection. And no doubt were his arms muscular. But he wasn't that overly buff muscular that you saw on the exercise equipment infomercials. He was the sexy, "I work out but no one knows" lean muscular.
It was then I realized that maybe I would be the one distracted.
TST-- Well here it is. Chapter two of the revised Skittles! I hope you enjoyed it, and aren't too upset with the changes. : ) I hope to receive reviews from all of you! Even if I don't, hits are good too. Just as long as you enjoyed it. : )